I walked around the block, my hair was still let down, I was to lazy to put it up.
It was hot, 110° weather and a flock of flying feathers.
Where you going now?
You weren't here to begin with but now you're really gone.
You can't really hide but you've mastered how to run.
Will you please come here?
I won't knock you down, I just don't wanna be alone.
I still haven't learned how to show my arms.
I know their covered in scars, but they shine in the sun your pale skin contrasts well.
I get it but that's not my fear.
Will you stay right here, even if it doesn't appeal?
If I guide your hand will you never let go again?
I can give it all.
I don't fear much about showing my body at the very most.
It's alright, I wouldn't pass it by if you gave me the chance to die.
I don't wanna be here but leaving is filled with fear.
I don't know what'll happen if I live or if I die.
But I won't have a choice to know what'll happen in life if I keep on wanting to die.
At least it's inevitable, it'll happen one day nothing will change much.
Will you cry?
I highly doubt it,
We never talked very much about anything but the silly stuff.
I'm still here, I've mastered how to hide but my feet can't carry much.
So I'll sit in fear, keep running your marathon you'll reach it one day hun.
